Succubus Master Pt. 10

She screamed and moaned again - and again, she couldn't quite form a full word. I decided I'd had enough of that.

I dug into her mind again. This time, I spoke the commands aloud too. "It's Master," I demanded. "From now on I am your Master, and you will address me as such, at least when we are like this."

"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master," my mother feverishly replied. I'd given her back her ability to speak, and she'd accepted the new command as more gospel. She didn't care as long as I cared for her, loved her, and gave her what she craved.

Ever since Rayna had entered my life and I'd started having sex, the stand-and-carry position had been my favorite, because it showed off my newfound strength and total dominance. As much as I loved it, though, it was risky on a wet floor. My strength and reflexes may have been enhanced to near a superhuman level, but that didn't mean that accidents couldn't happen. So with much grit and reluctance, I forced myself to detach my mother from my meaty shaft.

"Bend over," I commanded as I placed her on wobbly legs.

"Yes Master," she replied, as she tried to turn around and then placed her hands against the tiled wall with a loud slap. Once she was in place, I impaled her once again. My cock alone was enough to hold her upright.

Loud, wet, slapping sounds could be heard all around the bathroom once I started fucking my mother again, but they paled in comparison to the ecstatic wails, moans, and groans emanating from my mother. I was now going full throttle into her from behind. The angle of attack allowed me to hit every spot inside her incredibly slick pussy. Her face, at least from what I could see as she was now facing sideways, was a mess of pleasure: an O-shaped mouth across her face and her tongue lolling out, as all sense of decorum had left her a long time ago. All that mattered to her was the ocean of euphoria that I was pumping into her. Besides responding to my questions and demands with "Master," and some filler, most other words escaped her.

"Damn, I'm getting close," I gruffed out as the tightness of her velvety pussy gripped hard around my shaft. My little experiment had been a big success. It had turned my mother's pussy into the best one I had ever felt, even better than my little succubus'. It wasn't just incredibly hot, wet, and resilient; it was also strong. It gripped my cock so hard that at one point I felt as though we were joined together as a single entity - one body, and maybe also one soul. Not only that, but it made her cum over and over again without much effort at all. It was so good that I wanted all my slaves to have the same kind of pussy, though I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted all of them to be quite so zombified. I figured Rayna would be able to keep some of her wits about her if she wanted to, but I didn't know about either Ash or Ella. Ash, I thought, might happily revert back to her animal nature, and Ella, like my mom, was only human.

"Master, cum, please, Master, cum, please, Master!" my mother managed to moan out. Then she squealed as she came one last time. Her frantic begging pushed me over the edge, and I granted her humble request. I embedded myself into her and flooded her womb with my scalding spunk.

"Fuck," I roared as I emptied my balls into her tight, slick snatch. I couldn't tell, but I had a feeling her stomach might have inflated just a little bit from the amount of cum I was emptying inside her.

With a huge shift of my hips away from her, I withdrew my massive cock with a loud pop. It was frothy from our combined juices. I stood back from her, and, with no support from my strength, she collapsed to the floor. It might have seemed a shameful sight to some, but not to me. She was now on her knees, ass firmly planted on the floor, a white viscous encumbrance slowly leaking out of her sensitive pussy, her body trembling as it tried to get back down to earth. To me, it was the beauty of a slave that had completely surrendered, and had been rewarded for it.

I knew I could have gone over and slipped my cock right back into her, and I knew she wouldn't have minded. I hearkened back to another one of Rayna's lessons, though: sometimes you just need to let the woman to bask in the afterglow of sex.

I decided to sit down on the very bench my mother had occupied and let the warm water from the rain shower head wash all over me. It felt good; it even seemed to wash away some of the aches and pains I'd been feeling from all the strain I'd been going through. That blissful feeling was quickly interrupted by an unnatural wet pleasure wrapped around my cock. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. It was my mother, who'd crawled over from where she was and now had my cock back in her mouth.

"You know, Master," she said in between licks, "I always loved the way my pussy tasted on a cock, but ours together is the best. It's just the best."

"That's because Master's cock is like no one else's," Rayna said, breaking our little moment. Once again,my mother and I were caught red-handed by the very same trio of women from last night. Rayna, Ella, and Ash were all standing there in the room, all in freshly-changed clothes. Rayna and Ella were smirking, and Ash was squirming in place, as though she had ants in her pants and was trying not to dance. She was in her fully human form, but if she hadn't been, I knew I would have seen her tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.

"How long have you been standing there?" my mother asked, unfazed by the fact that she'd been caught sucking her son's cock. She had fully accepted her new lot in life; that, in it of itself, made me smile.

"Not long," Ella said with a smile "You know we could hear you scream down from the stairs."

"Oh my god, Lizzy," my mother gasped in horror.

"She's not here," I told her. "In fact, she won't be for a while. She said that she was going to spend the night at a friend's place."

"But even if she did find out, Master would just make her his slave," Rayna said. "After all, that was the plan, right?" She flashed that mischievous grin of hers, and then her horns and tail came into view. Ash followed her lead, and, just as I'd suspected, her tail was wagging in anticipation.

"Max?" my mother spoke up, trying to get my attention. "Are you going to make Liz your slave?" Her tone was tentative, but not necessarily disapproving. It almost sounded like she was hiding something from me. I was about to answer honestly, but Rayna interjected.

"Let's not worry about that," she said. Like her illusion, her clothes had also disappeared. "Like Master said, she will be gone all day, so let's have a little fun! But first, let's clean Master up."

"Yes, can't have a stinky fiancee," Ella quipped, and she stripped down too.

Azura had already torn off her clothes and rushed her way inside. She instantly took my lips with hers, and that sage charcoal sent filled my senses as our tongues battled.

Then, as we separated, she asked me in a heated pant, "Is Pack Master going to mate with Azura?"

"Yes, my lovable hellhound, I'm going to mate with you," I replied. Then I looked at all of my slaves, all of them bearing my slave crest. "I'm going to mate with all of you."

***

For the rest of the day, it was a nonstop fuckfest as my slaves put me through my paces. My dick wasn't left alone to rest for longer than ten minutes before someone stepped up and claimed it for themselves. It was a day of pure fun, but what was surprising was how my mother fell in line with the whole slave thing and had sex with all the other women. As it turned out, she'd had repeated fantasies where she would bring multiple women into her and my father's bed, and he would watch as she went to town on them. Suffice it to say, my mother was one hundred percent bi, despite wanting to be in a more involved relationship with a man. That became more apparent when I saw my mother sixty-nining Ella as they both tried to scoop out the fresh loads I had left inside their pussies. I didn't know what was sexier: my fiance and mother both licking out my spunk from each other's snatch, or the fact that right afterward, they proceed to engage in a heated makeout session while right in front of me. It wasn't until much later that I realized that they were putting on a show for me so that I could get hard once again. It worked, of course. Ash swooped in and began to ride me, putting the bed springs under tremendous strain. The bed survived, but the sheets didn't. Ash flooded them when she squirted hard after I came inside her.

Also, at some point during the day I decided to establish a hierarchy system within my slave group. Rayna readily agreed, informing me that any harem of sufficient size needed more organization than just one master and a bunch of slaves.

There were lots of arguments to be made. Rayna was a demon who wasn't my familiar, and she'd been my first slave. I also owed her a tremendous debt for helping me realize my potential. Ella, however, I'd known the longest - or second-longest, I supposed - and we'd both loved each other for a long time. We were also getting married. Ultimately, I'd decided not to decide when it came to the two of them, which was a bit of a cop out. Still, they seemed to be perfectly okay with being joint Head Slaves. They cemented their new positions with a surprisingly tender makeout session, neither of them dominant or submissive to the other. Something about the contrast to all the raunchy, intense sex we'd been having made it even hotter to watch.

As for Azura, she became the bottom slave. That would have been my mother's position - not only since she was my newest slave, but also because she was so profoundly sexually submissive, and had a kink for being forced to do improper things and risk exposure. Still, I had conquered Azura according to ancient magical traditions, and it turned out that she still desperately needed and wanted a mommy. In exchange for a position above my familiar, Mom agreed to treat Ash like a true daughter - which most definitely included lots of sex - and to shower her with all the love and affection she could cram into a day. Thanks to Rayna's training, I was reasonably sure that Ash wouldn't gnaw my mom's nipples off, but just in case, I gave them a little tweak with my Ultimate Mastery to make them extremely resilient - and to get plenty of pleasure from extra-aggressive nursing.

As I sat on a couch with Rayna giving me a fantastic titty fuck, I saw my mother order Azura to eat out the creampie I'd just left her. Of course, Azura couldn't refuse such an offer, but even after every last ounce of spunk was lapped up from my mother's snatch, Azura just kept on licking. Every time my mother praised her and told her that she loved her, Azura's eyes would sparkle. I knew I'd chosen correctly. I also knew that my familiar was already happily submissive to Rayna, her tutor in all things mortal - plus the art of sucking a cock without biting it off. That only left her and Ella. I had a feeling everything there would be just fine.

The next order of business was to use my Ultimate Mastery on my other three slaves, altering their pussies just like I had my mother's. I was going to start with Ella, but she shook her head. I was confused at first, and once again faced wa challenge to my authority that I didn't know how to deal with. Then I saw a glint in her eye, and realized that doing her last was going to be worth it.

Rayna was like molding clay. It was at once so much easier than forcing a change on a mortal body, but also more difficult, because the clay itself seemed evasive and slippery. Rayna was already a shapeshifter, so the idea of changing her - not to mention keeping her a certain way - didn't really make sense. She let me squirm and fume for a little while, but then, as coyly submissive as could be, she humbly suggested that maybe I should just command her to shift her form however I wanted her to. I practically smacked myself in the forehead. Ella giggled. As the resident fantasy nerd, she'd already figured that out.

Azura was something else entirely. When I delved deep into her mind, I found not one 3D hologram, but three - one for each of her forms. I decided to only change the two human-like forms to start, and once I did, that's when Azura went wild. She thrashed around, nearly ripping into bed sheets, and let out a howl that could have called all the dogs in the entire town. Luckily, me and Rayna reacted in time to place a shadow barrier around us. The howling was contained, but the ride was far from over. Finally, at the end of the most brutal, primal, demonic fuck I'd ever given or received, just before I was about to unload into her, she clamped down on my dick, hard. She squeezed down so tightly that the force would have smashed any mere mortal's cock into a paste, but mine held. In fact, not only did it hold, but it enlarged itself against Azura's vice-like pussy. It pushed hard against the scalding hot flesh. The tightness was unimaginable, and the heat that was coming off of her was so intense and sexual that I couldn't delay my climax any longer. I flooded her like I never had before, and all she made was a soft meowing sound as I bathed her insides with my warmth. After I finished, I tried my best to dislodge myself from her, but my cock didn't budge. With the force and tightness of Azura's pussy, and my newly expanded cock, we, in essence, were fused - or in other words, knotted. I knotted myself like a dog knotted to his bitch. It was a weird feeling, but I'd never felt closer to her. After a while, she did loosen her grip and I managed to slip out of her. She curled up just like a sleepy puppy as she basked in the warmth of my spunk now resting deep inside her. It was a cute sight, and I wanted to see more, but someone quickly took control of my dick and began to get it hard once again.

After another round of amazing sex - with Rayna, as it turned out - it was finally Ella's turn. I tried to assert myself silently - imposing upon her with my powerful demonic body, demanding that she explain her disobedience. She sauntered over to me, wrapped her arms softly around me, and lifted her lips to my ear.

"When we make love, baby," she said, "when you get me pregnant, I want to know it. I still want to be here. I want it to be intense, of course, and I want to cum so hard, but I don't want to be a mindless fuck-zombie. I want us to be able to talk to each other, love each other completely, in every single way. You can change my pussy to make it the best you've ever had; I want that for both of us. But my pussy is for lovemaking, Max, between husband and wife."

It was beautiful. My demonic side didn't rumble any objections. The thought of getting Ella pregnant excited it, and of course, my heart melted all over again. Rayna was probably eavesdropping, but she had the decency not to make any noises or undercut the moment with a quip.

Besides that, Ella wasn't done.

"I also want to be the best submissive, mindless, totally-owned, totally-conquered fuck-zombie you'll ever have in your entire life, Master," she whispered. "I have to be the best. I have to be better than your mom, your familiar, and your sex demon, and any other slave you ever claim."

My cock was throbbing with an entirely new kind of heat. My breathing got heavy. Ella was making a serious play. She was giving me feather touches all over my body, but avoiding any of the obvious spots.

"And that's why I want you to do it to my ass, Master," she said, breathing heavily into my ear. "More than any of those other pussies. Change my ass. Make it so that it can take the biggest, thickest, hardest version of your cock, and the hardest fucking it's ever given anyone, and drink up gallons of your cum every single time. Make it the ultimate slave hole - the one that fucks me up so good and so hard that you'll have to fly into the next world and carry my soul back to my fucking body. I want you to fuck me in my magical ass so hard that I cum to fucking death."

She kissed me, then, right near my ear, and took a single fingertip to my balls. She tickled the seam and fluttered upwards along my rigid shaft, pausing at the most sensitive part on the underside of the head. After all the insane, intense sex we'd had that day, her single-finger-job was about to make me come. I was going to let it happen.

"But we ARE going to make my boobs bigger too eventually," she said. "You promised."

I shuddered and nodded. She smiled, and tickled my cock. It exploded, and Ella happily moved her hands and her body all around, catching as much of the massive load as she could on her skin or in her mouth. My other three slaves helped clean her off. When I came to my senses, I delved into Ella's mind, and found her body map. I set to work, changing both her pussy and her ass. I almost wasn't going to do anything to her breasts - not until we'd found a way to deal with both Liz and Ella's mom, and thus create a safe space of at least two houses where we didn't have to hide everything - but at the last minute, I had an idea. In addition to turning her breasts into yet another intensely sexual organ that would receive incredible pleasure from both me and my other slaves, I also set in motion a gradual increase in size. I knew I would probably have to revisit the issue again, but it made me happy to think of Ella realizing, over time, that she was already starting to get her wish.

I was sorely tempted to go back and change Mom's and Azura's asses, but I decided that, at least for a little while, Ella's would be the only one. I knew she'd like that a lot.

I don't know how many times I came that day, but it was well north of fifteen. All I do know was that we all had one hell of a time, and that the house reeked of sex. We eventually found ourselves down in the media room all lounging together as it got dark outside. Every one of my slaves was thoroughly satisfied, including my bubbling succubus, who at that point was just cuddling on my right hand side. Ella, who was now a co-head slave and my fiance, took my left. As for my Cyn and Azura, they were down below, slowly nursing on my hardening cock. Cyn was taking over for Rayna and teaching her how to properly worship it. Azura was all too eager to learn how to please her 'Pack Master,' and learning all of that from my mother made it feel all the better for me - especially when I feel two exquisitely hot mouths wrapped around my shaft at the same time.

It was the perfect end to a very, very, very perfect fuck-filled day, but still, even with all my slaves, the sex demon part inside of me wanted more. It wanted more slaves to fuck, to dominate, to make mine. It wanted it all, and for once I was in agreement.

"M-Max?" my mother said tentatively, as if she was unsure what she was about to say next.

"Ya," I replied, fighting to ward off sleep. The warmth generated by two naked women was a very soothing sensation.

"Are you... are you still planning on making Liz your slave?"

"Well... ya, I guess," I replied. "I mean, it makes sense. If she's a part of this, then that means we don't have to hide our affair, at least not when we are in this house. Plus, if I am being honest, it would be nice to put her in her place. She has been a real bitch to me these last few years. The strange part is that I don't know why she changed, or what I did to deserve such animosity." I drew my mother close to me. Her breasts pressed into my sides.

"I... I think I know why," my mother replied, and what she said next was a revelation.